I awoke
from the blackest bird suicidal coma
I wasn't ready to uplift my soul
Clasped hands like you were the new              church
take me with you to nowhere
on dirt covered highways

I've seen the kind of violence
that makes you ill
for the rest
of your
life.
grotesque bombastic dramas
and tragic gore soaked tears
and when it's still
and quiet
it comes roaring back to you

You gorgeous creatures
delicate powder brushed faces
behind those large dark sunglasses
casually smoking
with your legs crossed
I'd burn my icarus wings
to catch the scent
of your perfume

Sip my coffee
and read poetry
like I'm reading
the newspaper

All this talk about
             heart's
what about
Ascending Vena Cava'
or Sternocleidomastoid's
wouldn't it be
                  romantic
If I gave you;
my
foramen magnum

Pour the killing
                            Fire
Upon our raucous invaders heads
from the murderholes
we rain their
              death
until they run aflame
screaming
from the iron gates

You're the kind of girl
that makes someone want to write
and crumple up
***** of paper
because the words aren't right

White dust covered bark
cracked
in black slashes
to crowns of
gold
and yellow

I'll press my face against the wall
and pretend it's your cheek
on mine
even though it's cold
I need to watch less
****-o-graphy
It's making me
lonely

I should be sadder
Bawling great big tears
To drown my cheeks
But I'm just sitting here
Am I a robot
I feel blunt
Muted
Lethargic
What's wrong with me

Feel the walls breathe
They ripple outwards
And reverberate back
Cracking the air
Breaking the floor
Shocking the senses
Accelerating the heart
Heating the space
Between us

Glass wings
Flit light
Through the windowpanes
Ethereally
On gentle breezes
And sunbeams

The truth is whatever
I say it is
So
Leave me alone
I just want
My secret life

Crimson Scintilla and
Acrid steaming
Pick up speed
Down the *****.
beleaguer
The cottages
Without warning

Mouths move to
Abstract sounds
Musings
Lounge ice cream
Meltings
Of black and white
Drippings
Out of the frames
Of old pictures

I'm falling backwards
And the air is rushing by
The light flickers
Like it's coming through treebranches
And I'm still falling
I'll twist my body
To see the ground
But there is none
It's a void
Of perfect blackness

Home that isn't
Is full of spiders
What do they eat
I'll sweep them up
Until it's lovely
Again

There's a town
It glitters with light
In a valley with walls
That sharply ***** heavenward
Into vicious triangular teeth
Covered in snowpack
And ancient spines

I came upon a wood
Where no birds pierced the air
With their song
I feel the wind
On my skin
But not its howl
I sat near a rushing water
Whose torrents flew undamned
White foaming by
In silence

Bottled stars
And extinguished constellations
Melting heat
Warming welcome
Dangerous sparks
Bottomless pain
Hidden behind
Blue shifting tundras
struggling for purchase
So blue
They'll pierce you to the core
Of your being

I'm laying in a half filled
Inverse boat
The other half is
Filled up
With thoughts

Someday this
Will be quotes
On a calendar of cats

I'll return
To our tree
And remember
What your hands
Feel like
In mine

The spillway
Is the only way left
For it
To flow